There once was a man named Mo
He lived in the house next to me
He rarely went out
So I wondered why
And decided to pay him a visit

I knocked on his door
And a maid answered
"Scuse me," I said
"But doesn't Mo live here?"

"I'm afraid he's sick in bed, good sir"
"Oh, well may I visit?"
"Can't let you, he's terribly sick"
"Then I shall come back later"
And with that, I left

The next day, I went back
But this time no one answered the door
I walked around the house
It looked like nobody was home
So I left a note taped to the door

I later found out
He had been taken
To a hospital

"The maid was right," I said to myself
"He was terribly, terribly sick"

A week goes by without a peep
Once again, I go over and knock
This time, a young man answers
"Scuse me, good sir, but how's Mo?" I asked

"Mo? Who's Mo?"
"Why, he's the old man that lives here"
"No sir. No Mo lives here. Only I"
"What happened to him?"
"I do not know"

I left and said nothing more
But back at my house, as soon as I entered
I saw old Mo
Sitting in my rocking chair